[SickWavesBlackamura]

 <div style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Part 1: #GameChanger</span></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:11pt;">(Violent Conduct post match)</span></div>


Some people be gettin’ down on themselves or sprinklin’ a lil’ bit of extra salt on the situation, but as I make my way back through the curtain, I can hardly contain my smile. As I pop through the curtain, I feel the presence of the bruh bruh Mr. NSD creepin’ up in the rear view like the sus muhfuck that he is.
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</div><div style="text-align:right;"><span style="font-size:11pt;">That probably could’ve gone better.</span></div>
Really? I don’t know what more I could’ve hoped for out there.

<div style="text-align:right;"><i style="font-size:11pt;">You didn’t win though.</div>
<div style="text-align:left;"><i style="font-size:11pt;">Wins matter. They get ya ass ahead in this company or any other, but losing don’t really mean shit when you go about things the way that I do. People tend to forget about’em more often than not.</div>
<div style="text-align:right;"><i style="font-size:11pt;">What about your smilin’ ass though?</div>
Bruh, did you see the same match that I saw? I won that shit. Not by pinfall, but I won that mental game just like I said I would. After spendin’ an entire GAWD DAMN promo tellin’ the world how she was gonna make me eat my words, what did Holly Wood end up actually doin’ just now? It wasn’t like she beat me into the Earth or taught me some kinda lesson in moral use of the English language. She caught me wit’ a fuckin’ roll up. Let that sink in for a minute. After destroyin’ Killian in my debut, Holly didn’t flip the script and make me pay for anything that I said. She took the Andre Aquarius path to winnin’, a quick “cheap” victory in many people’s eyes. I brought the competition down to my level and made’m forget what their own misson statement was. Instead, it all becomes about surviving Andre Aquarius. That’s all they can really hope for.

Before Dubs can offer his reply, I feel a hand slap across my shoulder. A member of the backstage crew pivots around to face me.

: Good stuff out there tonight, Andre. I think people are really getting behind you out there.

This is all he offers before continuin’ down the hall as he speaks into a walkie talkie.

<div style="text-align:right;"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Gettin’ behind you? Probably wasn’t the reaction you were lookin’ for.</span></div><div style="text-align:right;">
</div>Dubs, I ain’t give a shit about fan reaction. I already know I’m over in this sport. The ones who should really be pissed off are the #Fuccbois occupyin’ that #EssSeaDub locker room. I mean, they gotta watch someone who says nothin’ but foul shit about everyone still end up wit’ more fan support and more brand legitimacy from a single match than they could ever hope to garner in they entire career. It brings Kunta more satisfaction than you could imagine.

<div style="text-align:right;"><i style="font-size:11pt;">Bruh, side note real quick if you don’t mind.</div><div style="text-align:right;">
</div>Yeah, shoot.

<div style="text-align:right;"><i style="font-size:11pt;">This promotion be hittin’ international tours and shit. Any idea on how your ass is supposed to get from place to place? I know said you wasn’t too worried about exposure at this point, but doesn’t the idea of leavin’ the states sketch you out a lil’ bit?</div>
I was thinkin’ ‘bout transportation. Once I get back to Cali, I was def thinkin’ ‘bout gettin’ somethin’ for a couple grand to drive back and forth. Can’t go too extravagant wit’ the whip. Slab looters would pick that bitch apart at the first opportunity for sure. I also can’t be relyin’ on hitchhikin’ to get me to and from the job neither though. As for leavin’ the US, it ain’t no biggie to me. I can forge a couple things here and there if I need to.

<div style="text-align:right;"><i style="font-size:11pt;">As long as you got ya’self a plan, bro.</div>
Pushin’ past the exit doors out back, I step into the back parking lot and survey a few rows of cars. None of them mine. While other muhfucks was still hangin’ around for the rest of the show to unfold, I knew that it was in my best interest to slip out early to avoid a barrage of fans wantin’ to get close to my ass. Apparently, a new cult followin’ is bubblin’ up for Kunta in #EssSeaDub, but there was just certain shit the die hards didn’t need to know.

As I stroll down the highway, ignorin’ the occasional Vegas junkie or professional thot, I can’t help but think about what happened wit’ the jam session at Slabs. How was Kara doin’? Was she safe after that paranoid lil’ retreat we made that night? Good hearted, pretty lil’ mama livin’ in the last lawless city in America? Just like last week, I knew what I was in for. A bunch of sleepless rides wit’ strangers before gettin’ back to her and just like last week, I know there’s no guarantee waitin’ for me.

Trucker: Where to for ya?

I sit on it for a couple seconds, mind wanderin’ to the junkie wasteland that my new hometown would become when the sun sets.

Andre: You headin’ West?

Trucker: Yep.

Andre: Me too.



<div style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Part 2: #Warrior</span></div><div style="text-align:center;">
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I clunked along the tattered path to Kara’s camper, my new used car chuggin’ along as I pass the familiar sights of Slab City. With the heat bakin’ the area today, I savor the feelin’ of the AC against my skin.

<div style="text-align:right;"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Looks to be pretty lax today.</span></div>
My mind and eyes darted around a bit, payin’ little mind to Dubs attempt at road trip small talk. Out my window, I see a toothless hippy I recognized from the jam session standin’ outside a small shack. I shoot him a wave before pullin’ into a space along the side of Kara’s place.

<div style="text-align:right;"><i style="font-size:11pt;">Ain’t you gonna burst in and go smash or somethin’? I thought you was super eager to see her again.</div>
Yeah yeah, gimme a minute, bruh.

Reachin’ over to the glovebox, I undo the latch to reveal a small piece of paper which I pull out for a quick observation.

<div style="text-align:right;"><i style="font-size:11pt;">You gonna tell her what’s up?</div>
Yeah, I just-

<div style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Knock knock.</span></div>
I turn to the sound of the fist tapping against the exterior. Kara crouches down, shadin’ her eyes a bit from the sun’s rays as she shoots me that usual smile. I pop the door open and step out before she wraps her arms around me. I really did miss that feelin’.

<div style="text-align:right;"><span style="font-size:11pt;">God, you really is turnin’ into a fuckin’ softy, bro.</span></div>
Kara: Where’d you get the car from?

Andre: Little shop a few hours away. Got it on the low and it seems to get the job done, so I ain’t complainin’.

Her attention turns to the paper slip stickin’ out my clenched fist, somethin’ I somehow managed to momentarily forget all about.

Andre: Let’s go inside. I’ll tell ya more about it once we’re more alone.

I’m only able to take a couple steps towards the front of the camper before Kara pivots around to step in front of me.

Andre: Problem?..

Kara: There’s nobody around right now. You gonna tell me about what’s in your hand?

I take a glance around to be safe, not wantin’ to share details of my professional life with any eavesdroppin’ Slabbers.

Andre: So..you know I gotta travel a lil’ bit for shows.

Kara: Well yeah. So?

Andre: Well...they’re sendin’ us on a bit of a tour.

Kara: Sounds fun. Where you going?

Andre: This week? ..New Zealand.

Kara: Oh wow..I take it that’s a plane ticket then?

Andre: Yeah..

Kara: I mean, you gotta do what you gotta do, right?

Andre: Yeah, I guess so..

As I go to step toward the camper again, Kara hesitates a second, but is soon quick to respond.

Kara: Wait.

Andre: Yeah?

Kara: There’s something I need to tell you to, but given the direction this is headed, it might be easier to just show you instead.

She leads the way this time, swingin’ the door open as soon as we reach the steps.

Kara: Don’t freak out, alright?

Andre: Got it.

Takin’ a few steps in, we’re greeted by a four-legged inhabitant who wags his tail and jumps toward Kara as soon as she enters.

Andre: Wait, this that fucked up dog from that night? The one who followed us from the jam session?

Kara: Yeah...funny story actually.

Andre: I’m listenin’.

Kara: So, you know how he stayed near the camper after that?

Andre: Yeah, so?

Kara: Well, as soon as I had the door open enough, he just darted inside. He needed help pretty bad, so I made sure he had food and water of course and since then, it’s been practically impossible to get him to go back out.

Andre: He been shittin’ in the corner then or somethin’?

Kara: I have to carry him out and close the door or else he’ll bolt right back in here. It’s the strangest thing. He won’t even try to go to the bathroom without me being right by him.

Andre: Yeah, that is weird. No sign of an owner or anything like that?

Kara: No. Nothing at all.

Andre: Hmmm...guess you got yourself a pet.

Kara: Yeah, seems that way.

<div style="text-align:right;"><span style="font-size:11pt;">New pet? That thing don’t look like it finna be livin’ much longer.</span></div>
Looks friendly enough to me, man.

<div style="text-align:right;"><i style="font-size:11pt;">Eh, don’t be surprised if you end up wit’ some shit from this rat ass muhfuck bitin’ ya in your sleep.</div><div style="text-align:right;">
</div>Kinda reminds me a little bit of myself if I’m bein’ honest.

<div style="text-align:right;"><i style="font-size:11pt;">Really? Where’s that ego at right now, bruh? Don’t tell me you’re goin’ all emo and deprecatin’ on me, bruh.</div>
Nah. This lil’ dude look like he been through some shit. I might not show the signs of hardship that this guy has, but I’m pretty sure he’d have some stories to tell too if he could talk. The fact that this fucked up dog sittin’ here right now...man..this lil’ bastard got some heart. Real recognize real, ya know.

<div style="text-align:right;"><i style="font-size:11pt;">Dre, it’s a fuckin’ dog, bro.</div>
Whatever.

Kara: So what should we name it?

Andre: You mean you haven’t already come up wit’ somethin’?

Kara: I figured I’d wait until you found out about it.

I stare down at the dog, his veteran gaze shootin’ back at me. As Kara looked at me for my answer, I knew exactly what to say.

Andre: Kevin.

Kara: What?

Andre: How about Kevin?

Kara: Haven’t heard of anyone naming a dog that. Why Kevin?

Andre: Reminds me of an old friend I guess..



<div style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Part 3: #Forecast</span></div>


New Zealand was a trip so far. It’d been awhile since I traveled out the states wit’ a federation and I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t feelin’ a lil’ nostalgic. #EssSeaDub be growin’ and that means ya boy be gettin’ back under that bigger spotlight once more.

<div style="text-align:right;"><i style="font-size:11pt;">Holy shit, man. There’s so many people here.</div>
Yeah, tell me about it.

As he usually does when I’m approached by an optimistic interviewer, Dubs steps out of the way while a dude lookin’ to be in his late twenties steps up and lifts a mic to my face. He wastes to time as he lets a thickly accented voice spill out his cocksucka.

Interviewer: Andre Aquarius, pleasure to meet you. Have you got a few minutes to spare?

Andre: Yeah, fuck it.

Interviewer: Great. Now, first off, I gotta ask. How is New Zealand treating you so far?

Andre: It’s a’ight, but the real question ain’t how is Prince Lightskin enjoyin’ New Zealand, it’s how is New Zealand enjoyin’ the arrival of Prince Lightskin.

Interviewer: I-

Andre: Stop. I already know the answer. We both know that ya boy is hot shit in this sport and y’all international muhfucks just be eatin’ up the US stars. I get it, I get it. Shit’s excitin’. If I were in your positions, I’d be fangirlin’ out right along wit’ ya.

Interviewer: Well, it’s certainly an honor to be able to host you and the rest of SCW for tonight’s show.

Andre: Yeah yeah.

Interviewer: If I may ask, how are you feeling going into your match against Caleb Storms? A lot of people seem to be optimistic about this one as it’s seen as a very promising rookie showcase for not only the company, but the sport as a whole.

Andre: Rookie versus rookie, huh? That’s a good one, bruh. It almost seems like people tryin’ to conveniently forget about the history behind the name Andre Aquarius. You don’t be thinkin’ that Kunta still in the process of breakin’ in his boots now, right? I mean, that’d be fuckin’ absurd to think that the people in charge of stayin’ on top of the news be ignorin’ who I am. It’s whatever though. I get what y’all tryna say right now. I’m only on my third match in #EssSeaDub against a lil’ virgin muhfuck, right? That makes this battle of the young bloods?

Let me refresh everyone’s memory about the muhfucker standin’ before you. See, #EssSeaDub ain’t nowhere near my first major rodeo. See, rookies be walkin’ around like some deer in the headlights tryna grab tips and learn the ropes in the business. Me? I been knockin’ out world champions since the moment I was steppin’ into a ring with’em. Not only am I a fuckin’ natural in this world, but I got the resume to back it up. #EssSeaDub brass knows damn well didn’t pick up on no newbie when they got me inked to the biggest exclusive contract in history.

Now, you wanna talk about Caleb Storms? There’s your rookie, your bright-eyed lil’ twink wit’ the hope still flowin’ through his core like he ain’t know no better and trust me, he definitely don’t. I got the tape on homie. Of course, I had to do some diggin’ until I came across some dinky ass, defunct lil’ promotion called PWU, but I got it. What I’m up against is bush league if we bein’ real here, somebody who ain’t never come close to squarin’ off against someone of my caliber and you’re tellin’ me someone thought it’d be a good idea to feed him to the fuckin’ sharks in his #EssSeaDub debut?

Bruh bruh, I been crushin’ in the domes of actual professionals before Caleb Storms was roamin’ his first locker room and starin’ up at the hangdowns of bigger and badder muhfucks and thinkin’ to himself “Maybe one day I’ll be formidable! Maybe one day I’ll get the respect and adoration of my colleagues! Maybe one day I’ll be loved by the fans for all the hard work I put in! Maybe one day I’ll be a YUNG GAWD! Maybe one day I’ll grow up to be just like Andre Aquarius!” No, no, no….

This ain’t the place for dreamers no more. Now that #EssSeaDub belongs to SickWaves Blackamura, any underprepared and inexperienced muhfucker lookin’ for they shots at glory will have them dreams squashed and their future prospects erased. Caleb, if you see this, understand that the reality you be facin’ now isn’t ‘bout to be what you hoped for. Those titles you be picturin’ ‘round ya waist? They’ll belong to me. Those fans, that respect..it ain’t finna belong to you after Rodney’s Revenge turns ya ass inside out like Kunta’s fist prolapsin’ ya mama’s pink.

If you still feel inclined to show up tonight and let ya boy pound on that ass like a blind date wit’ Holly Wood, then let me be the first to say welcome to ya downfall, lil’ bruh bruh. It ain’t finna be pretty and it ain’t ‘bout to go nowhere near as smooth as you may be thinkin’. In fact, it’s gonna be a fuckin’ nightmare. Why you may ask? Because bad things are gonna happen when you’re put against the muhfucker who is about to be named “rookie of the year” by default. Play me a tune and I’ll play ya one right back. Call it a lullaby if you want, because whether I gotta hit you wit’ da mean elbow or break ya fuckin’ back, Imma go out there and put you to bed.

I shoot a smirk at the camera before leanin’ forward to let’em know Papa’s got’em now.

Andre: Night night, little bitch.

<div style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:11pt;">#FadeToLightskin</span></div>